Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
Drips molten wax as it moves Blazefang was an accidental creation of Ashen Prophet. Long ago, it was just a puppy that was later taken in by kind-hearted priests and raised to guard the temple gate. Then came the sacred blaze. The temple was engulfed in flames, and a three-pronged candle stand melted in the heat. Boiling wax dripped down upon the dying puppy until its entire body was entombed. Driven by pure instinct, it whimpered for help again and again, but there was no answer. Lost in the wonder of his rebirth, Ashen Prophet never noticed the faint cries rising from the sea of fire. When it awoke, two more heads had grown from its body. Its single mind had fractured among them, mirroring the three branches of the candelabrum that had changed its fate. The newborn creature seems to forget how badly the flames once hurt. But the chilling loneliness on the brink of death has never left it. Its three heads are therefore instinctively drawn to intense heat, searching for that familiar warmth from the hands that once petted it so gently. And perhaps there is no cruelty in the way it turns its enemies into wax. All it wants is a friend who will never leave. It has waited alone long enough already.
